A collection of modern poems describing scenery

1. Modern poems about scenery

Modern poems about scenery 1. Modern poems describing scenery

1. "On the River in the Autumn Evening"

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Liu Dabai (China)

Even though the birds are naked, they still carry the setting sun back home.

The wings flipped and the setting sun fell on the river;

The white-headed reeds also turned into a flash of beauty.

2. "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom"

Haizi (China)

From tomorrow on, be a happy person; feed the horses and chop wood , traveling around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables; I have a house facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming; From tomorrow on, I will communicate with every relative; tell them my happiness.

What the happy lightning told me; I will tell everyone; give every river and every mountain a warm name; stranger, I also bless you;

May you have a bright future; may your lover eventually get married; may you be happy in this world; I only wish to face the sea and have spring flowers blooming.

3. "Autumn Moon"

Xu Zhimo (China)

It's the same moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up.

Look at it, a plump and charming figure rising from the clouds as black as a mob——

It looks extra bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy;

It stares at the battlements of the ancient city, and thousands of city bricks are reflected in its clarity. .

You left, with moisture and sadness in your eyes;

The autumn wind took away the desolation between your eyebrows;

Lost in the garden, a touch of prosperity Green, you follow the last light;

Walking towards dawn, the cool autumn has soaked the scenery this morning.

5. "Wind is an unnecessary scenery"

Author: Qi Heizi (China)

I turned my gaze downwards and looked down at an old passage. Time, find some peace in the locked drawer.

Sometimes, I am used to raising my head very high, whether it is looking at the clouds in the sky or the scenery in the distance.

One day, my father asked me to look for my childhood among a group of ants, as well as some of my lost footprints. I suddenly lost the courage to look up.

I no longer look up, of course, I will still quietly look at some refracted reflections on the calm lake.

2. Modern poems describing scenery

Spring Dream/

I like

to dream about spring

It’s called a spring dream

I try hard to dream about you

But it’s always in vain

I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up

I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true

In this spring of fantasy

What I am tossing and turning is

I can’t sleep alone

2. Push open the door of spring

Hear the chirping of birds

In Chengxiao, there are a few primulas

They dare not Entering the city

Just cheering and jumping outside the effect

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside

It makes me feel close to them

They are my friends

and they seem to be relatives I met by chance

They are looking for unknown insects

and make friendly sounds to their companions

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Outside the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the singing of birds

I opened the door of spring

Three , this spring

This spring my heart is very confused

Sometimes I think of certain tombstones

Sometimes I think of my childhood

This spring My heart is in chaos

Spring poems have been written by spring

My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

What else can I do

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

Autumn

He Qifang

The dewdrops covering the morning fell,

The tinkling sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,

Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

Live in a farmhouse in autumn.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,

Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like a blue bream.

The reeds are covered with white frost,

The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.

Autumn games on fishing boats.

The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.

The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.

Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?

The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.

Autumn - Haizi

Use our bones lying on the ground

to write on the beach: youth. Then carry the aging father on his back

The long direction of time is interrupted

Animal-like fear fills our poems

Whose voice can reach the son of autumn, the night is long and noisy The sound

covers our bones lying on the ground——

Autumn has arrived.

Without the slightest forgiveness and tenderness: Autumn has arrived

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In Autumn on the streets

I can't find the rain alley

A chance encounter with a girl who looks like a lilac

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

In the willow Yiyi By the river

There is no trace of spring

In the bustling city

All that breaks into the ears is the whistle

What cannot be heard It is always the singing of birds and insects, including cicadas

3. Modern poems about scenery

Poetry 1: On the river in the evening of autumn

Birds returning to their nests,

Even though he was naked,

he still carried the setting sun back.

When the wings are turned,

the setting sun falls on the river;

The white-headed reeds,

also turn into a flash of beauty. .

Poetry 2: Spring Dream

I like

to call dreams in spring

spring dreams

I try hard to dream about you

But it’s always in vain

I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up

I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true.

In this daydreaming spring

What I am turning over and over again is

Sleepless in a lonely pillow

Poem 3: Xiaoxiao in the city The woods

are turning green again, my little woods

Ants and flying insects in the woods

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling

Using my soft head to break open the door closed by the soil

On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats

Swinging his long beard and bleating

Shocking my youth and soul

A black goat walked towards me

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Tears of happiness hung on the face

Poetry 4: Sunset on the Autumn River

Drunken by the flowing clouds in the Western Mountains

The birds return together

Autumn water falls and shines in two veins

The boat collects the net and carries the fish back

The wind blows the reed flowers and flies

I feel tired when I sigh

I often hate the rush of time

Let me relax and sing a song

All my sorrows and joys are put into the cup in my hand

My heart chases after the dusk clouds

Poetry Five: Push open the door of spring

Hear the chirping of birds

In Chengxiao, there are a few primulas

They dare not enter the city

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Just cheering and jumping outside the effect

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside

It makes me feel close to them

They are mine Friends

They seem to be relatives I met by chance

They are looking for unknown insects

Making friendly sounds to their companions

Outside the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the singing of birds

I opened the door of spring

Poetry 6: Good Luck Bamboo

Quietly in a tall glass bottle

Before the new leaves are taken out

The old ones have already fallen off

What is left There are only branches that are falling

One by one, they gradually turn white, yellow and gradually turn into dark green

What a deserted green branch

Where is that one?

It is growing vigorously

Curled at the bottom of the vase

Carrying all life

The leaves rustle when the wind blows Ring

What is it saying?

It can’t bring me anything

Why is it called Lucky Bamboo

Just give it to me It's just comfort in my heart

Poetry 7: Wind

It was the wind that night that made me intoxicated,

Looking at the stars on the horizon,

Under the light is the tranquil river,

It flows lonely into the distance,

It passes through the forest,

It passes through the silence ,

It goes through the hustle and bustle,

It goes through love.

It flows silently into the distance.

The morning breeze is refreshing, refreshing, and the joy of rebirth.

Poetry 8: This Spring

This spring my heart is very confused

Sometimes I think of certain tombstones

Sometimes I think of my childhood

My heart is very confused this spring

The poems of spring have been written by spring

My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

What else can I do

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

4. About describing scenes Modern Poetry

1 Farewell to Cambridge, I left as lightly as I came; I waved goodbye to the clouds in the west.

The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud wave slippery in the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a punt and row upstream to where the grass is ever greener, Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. but I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, silence is tonight's Cambridge.

I leave as quietly as I came here; I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud. 2 Chapter Fragment You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery. People watching the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorates your windows and you decorate other people's dreams. 3 The afternoon sun ignites the dim heart and the happy flame spreads to the green corridor and is fragrant. The fragrance of words shakes to the ground, the melancholy and the budding hope sing on the passionate branches, hold the soothing notes, read the path of loneliness, rationalize the winter thoughts, transform into an ocean of love, intoxicate the wind of the north, cleanse the world of mortals. Hold a handful of blue sea water, drink a cup of green spring light, draw a picture with a pen, let me stir up poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose music in the waves, ignite the dim heart, and the happy flame spreads to the green The fragrant language of the corridor is shaking, the melancholy and budding hope are singing on the passionate branches, holding the soothing notes, reading the lonely direction, rationalizing the winter thoughts, turning into an ocean of love, intoxicating the Northland. The wind has washed away the sadness of the mortal world. Take a handful of blue sea water and drink a cup of green spring light. Draw a picture with a pen and let me stir up the poetry. Weave a dream with my heart and let me compose music in the waves. Pushkin on the winter morning ( (Russian 1799-1837) Frost and sunshine, what a wonderful day! Charming friend, you are sleeping peacefully.

It’s time, beauty, wake up! Quickly open your sleepy eyes that were closed by Anle. Please come out, as the morning star of the north, to meet the morning glow goddess of the north! Last night, you remember, the wind and snow were swirling, and the menacing sky was covered with a layer of darkness.

The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. And you are sitting there, bored - but now... ah, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it is spreading dazzlingly on the field like a velvet blanket.

The vast expanse of white snow is shining with the sun, and only the transparent woods are darkening. And the fir branches glowed green through the hoarfrost: the frozen river shone brightly.

The whole room was illuminated by the light of amber. There was a pleasant crackling sound in the newly lit fire.

At this time, it is so beautiful to lie in bed and daydream. However, should you ask someone to hitch the brown horse to the sleigh as soon as possible! My dear friends, the journey is light and easy. Let us glide through the morning snow.

Let the fierce horses run, let us visit the empty fields. The lush woods and the river bank not long ago were so dear to me.

2 Plum Tree Ye Saining (Su 1895-1925) The fragrant plum tree blooms with spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Honey-sweet dewdrops flow down the bark of the tree; leaving behind spicy green traces, shining in the silver.

The satin-like flower spikes shine under the dewdrops, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the remaining snow melts, on the grass near the tree roots, a silver stream flows happily.

The thick plum tree stretched out its branches, exuding a charming fragrance, and the golden green marks reflected the rays of the sun. The stream raised waves of broken jade, splashing onto the branches of the thick plum tree, and played the strings of the piano under the cliff, singing to her affectionately.

3 The Tree by the Window Frost (American 1874-1963) The tree by my window, the tree by my window, When night falls I close the window; But never close the curtains, So as not to isolate you and me. You are a hazy dream rising from the earth, you are as erratic as the clouds, and not everything that your light tongue loudly declares makes perfect sense.

But tree, I have seen the wind shake you. If you caught a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you would see that I too was violently stirred, almost swept away by the storm.

Destiny, out of its childishness, connected the two of us that day: you were affected by the external climate, and I was affected by the storm inside.

5. Modern poems describing scenery

NO.1 I suddenly want to wander

Leave this place

See something different Sky

My heart can’t wait to fly

I haven’t been to the desert yet

But I have already felt its desolation

The whistling wind Blowing and blowing

Leaving winding traces of vicissitudes on the sand dunes

I haven’t been to the sea yet

But I have already fallen in love with its immeasurableness

In the deepest center

I just want to ripple with the waves

Wandering and wandering

Do I no longer miss my hometown

Freedom is A kind of beautiful loneliness

Just like the moon hanging in the sky

NO.2 Spring, it is a beautiful scenery.

People, with the changes of the four seasons Changes,

Finally, I took off my thick winter coat,

put it on, a flowery smile.

Quietly watching the crowds following the wind ,

Even with my reverie,

It also brings my thoughts:

In the winter without snow,

Broken My love has gone far away from me.

The once vowed love has disappeared.

Could it be?

That sentence: There is no snow in winter without love.

Throw away the burned cigarette butts and the broken fake clothes

together.

Stand up and say loudly to yourself:

Note that spring is also a beautiful scenery.

6. Modern poems describing natural scenery

Beautiful sound

The snowy weather is very quiet,

I am listening quietly,

Ah, I heard it, I heard it,

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I heard the sound of snow falling.

What does it sound like?

Flying like a bird? Breeze blowing?

Oh, no, no.

That sound is so beautiful!

The sound of falling snow is like a song,

echoing in my heart;

like a picture,

in my dreams Medium shining.

I hear the snowflakes leading the way to spring.

Behind it is the singing of spring birds and the fragrance of flowers.

"Stepping into the Threshold of Spring"

The last snow

And the tree tops outside the window

Looking into the distance

The branches drooped and sighed With

The spraying mist

Drops into the yearning for spring

A quietly arched out

The buds of the frozen soil

Knocking lightly on the door of the earth

The carefree wandering sparrow

Chirped

Disappeared behind the cracked ice tree trunk

Enjoy love

The light kite in the suburbs

Driving the boat of the season

Lyrically all the way

Arriving at the spring Territory

The road is still muddy

Occasional pedestrians

Turn up their collars

Shut out the cold

And inside the door of spring

The sun is shining

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It is green again, my grove

Ants and flying insects in the grove

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling

Use your soft head to break open the door closed by the soil

On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats

Swinging their long beards and bleating

Shocked my youth and soul

A black goat walked towards me

With tears of happiness on its face

7. Modern poems about scenery

1. The grove in Chengxiao has turned green. The ants and flying insects in my grove have come with spring. Under the soil, I heard the crawling sound of earthworms and used my soft head to knock open the closed door of the soil. On the grass of the grove, I saw a group of goats swinging their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. A black goat walked toward me with tears of happiness on its face. 2. I opened the spring door and heard the chirping of birds in the city. There were several primroses in the city. They did not dare to enter the city. They only cheered and cheered outside. They are as simple as farmers in the countryside. They are my friends and they seem to be relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown insects and make friendly sounds to their companions. In addition, I fell in love with birds. 3. This spring, this spring, my heart is very messy. Sometimes I think of certain tombstones, sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is very messy. The poems of spring have been filled with spring. My poem is the grass blades and flower crowns of spring. What else can I do in this spring? Who else can I embrace the spring light and time with? "There is rain passing through my chest" A voice ticks from extremely high Flowing down everywhere like Rapunzel's shawl, the black waterfall holds time tightly, so I become a dizzy elf in the vast rain curtain. I can't tell who is the real uncontrollable desire. The raindrops dance in the air soothingly. The earth is floating high in the sky, accumulating strength. From the unadorned clouds, it quietly penetrates into my broad chest. Then the waves in my chest are turbulent, causing ripples to hit the reef of emotions. The breath that rises higher than the wave is nourished by a drop of rain. A drop of rain penetrates deeply into my heart without any obstruction and mixes with my thoughts. Then it passes through the narrow space of my heart and washes away everything. A ray of sunshine takes the opportunity to travel through the deep road of time and reaches my clear sky 2004-2 -23 "Looking at Snow in Spring" Catch a train bound for spring with a sharp blade of the season ruthlessly scraping open the restless buds, letting the little hands of the cracked winter stretch out to hold the hunting flag and chase the spring As long as you step on the spring equator, a piece of snow will be extremely precious. The dialogue between spring and snow will instantly flow freely, and the snowflakes will point in six directions.

The message that sent bursts of moisture is actually spring has nothing to do with a snow, but the sudden late spring cold. Holding everyone's love tightly, looking up and looking up, the contact between sky and earth is intense and pure. Walking down the slope of the season is waiting for you. 2004-2-3 "Stepping into the Threshold of Spring" The last snowfall and the tree tops outside the window are endlessly visible. The branches are drooping and sighing. The sprayed mist drops into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arches out of the frozen soil and taps lightly on the door of the earth. The carefree wandering sparrow disappears behind the ice-cracked tree trunk with a chirp. Enjoying love in the suburbs. The light kite rides in the seasonal boat. Lyrically arriving at the spring territory. The road is still muddy. Occasional pedestrians turn up their collars to shut out the cold. The sun shines brightly inside the door of spring 2004-2-5 "Outing" Zhou Wei made an appointment with the kite to fly on the top of a hill in the suburbs. My son clung to the joy of the whole winter and flew from the distance. A floating leaf flew back and forth with my son like a saw. My wife lay down and intimately kissed the warm splendens beneath me. I felt restless the whole afternoon and really wanted to take out the homework from my son’s schoolbag and help him clean it all. 2004-3-9 "Lenovo" An old buffalo gnawed at Qianmo The lawn is dotted with wild flowers and then "moo" like a shepherd boy. The cows raise their hooves and spray beads to wake up the spring ears from the river. Next to them are the green seedlings that grow wildly in spring and the dense leaves on the field ridges. Imagine being in this land not long ago. It is this old buffalo that chews its cud and grunts to drive the progress of the season. An empty philosopher holding his hands makes various gestures, turning over the warm colors of the land one by one through the cold eyes of the season, tilting the cool classical figure heavily. The plowshare in the hand was pulled by the mud waves and the old farmer shouldered it 2004-03-09 "Who hunts the feathers of spring" In the season when the last feathers are gathering, after experiencing the exuberant vitality, I hide into the deep dusk of spring Under the wings of the days, a peaceful and elegant serenade rests on the wind, gently licking the sails sailing on the sea of ​​seasons. Who has fallen out of favor again under the eaves of love after harvesting love, turning his back to wishing he was once romantic? The passion quietly wets a drop of clear tears and cruises in the spring clouds and the azure space wilderness. I see the dying light bathing the sea and sky in the temper of the clouds. The blazing heat that controls the beautiful feathers can no longer cross the smoke lock. The endless journey can no longer carry the wordless journey. Promise to lift up the pious prayer flags and go far away. Who hunts for the spring feathers but can't find the soaring sky? Gathering feathers on the branches of feelings 2004-03-08 "Waiting for the Sunshine to Come Over" I want to be there on a spring day There may be many things to do in the afternoon. I will be bored, leaning against the window sill and looking at the distant sky. The clouds are rolling in the distance. The crowded downstairs are rushing towards pedestrians. They all have serious expressions and witness others acting alone. One side of the sky is clear, and there is a lyrical dove with beautiful feathers. Gliding unscrupulously with the pigeon whistle, a vigorous shadow is cast under the sky between the kite and the breeze. Only irregular strokes are chosen, traces of thought, the pigeon builds a bridge to the distance with its spread feathers, waiting for a bunch of It is best to have a long-lost sunshine rush over and then embrace it heartily. 2004-2-2 "Weekend" The car marches tiredly from the hustle and bustle to the goal with broken steps. The boiling wilderness is silent. In the spring filled with rapeseed flowers, a swarm of bees Coming to the depths of the season as a host, lying freely in the stamens, witnessing the dance of the wind from the gaps between the petals, stretching out and exhaling the depression in my chest, leaving ease and comfort on the way here. A branch of red apricot outside the window playfully slides along the open The thick aroma coming from the curtains breaking through the wall mixed with the mellow wine brewed made the whole car faint.

8. What are the modern poems about describing scenery

1. Autumn

Author: Gu He Modern

Blowing across the sky The wind also blows through your body

The clouds disperse, the dust falls, and the village fades into the dusk

The purple fuchsia flowers knock, and the setting sun becomes cooler little by little

Autumn comes and becomes sparser, and the vines turn towards the Milky Way above

Before the nectar is brewed, loneliness has eleven colors

The twinkling light of the grapes is absorbed by the dark branches

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The cub and the butterfly are separated only by the turn of the moonlight

A snow completes the myth of the distant mountains, and the eagle never appears

The poem of comfort is as light as a feather , and heavier than the birds flying over

The old man fell asleep in the grass, and the baby did not wake him up

The grass grew with his body, and the desolation spread over his bones

Time is slowly gathering him instead of taking him away gently

2. Twilight

Author: Qilun Modern

Twilight Qinghan

Lights emerge from the Liuyang River

Quietness is the country and personal feelings at this moment

Yesterday’s rain put away the classical rhythm

From A kind of free fall

Invisible as a nostalgic person, traveling through the past

Finding parallel lines in life while walking

I imagine myself

Comes with a crystal clear soul. At a high place

overlooking the grass lying in one's body practicing yoga

Green, as if there is a vague shadow in the memory

But who do I hear? Sigh in the wind. Twilight

Like someone who talks about love in his mind

About the distant hometown, the nicknames of potatoes and snow radish

The wind blows through the wilderness. Empty distant mountains

Trying to find symmetrical things in the plain of the sober brain

I am not sure that I

can contribute a solid image, even if Big and unreasonable

Even though it is too empty to be poetic

3. Autumn scene

Author: Ni Zhangfu Modern

Blue Dome

Green camphor

The black road leads to the distance

The red pedestrians look at the end

The gray building is hidden Window of the Soul

A group of white migratory birds prostrate themselves in the center of the city

Listening devoutly to the teachings of Shili Cooking Smoke

4. Ode to Alshan

Author: Wei Zhi 2234 Modern

Fantasy and Wonderful Scenery

The wind blows the dream of spring

In the distant snowy area, the peaks rise

The love of Qilin Peak

The bravery of legendary children

I still see the red cuckoo in the Rhododendron Valley

The sea of ​​flowers stretches to the sky

Under the White Wolf Peak, happiness flows

The sun shines through the vast acreage of Songye Lake

Countless melancholy and sleeplessness are waiting in the wilderness

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Even if I have a thousand regrets

I will still fall deeply in love with Aershan Hot Spring

This rippling blue wave with water in it

leads to countless happiness In an instant

Familiar fruits fall on the shoulders of strangers

They are all seeds of the future

But none of them can stay safe

Crossing from a river

and flying into another paradise

There are their shaking reflections in the water

There are also light edges that gather and disperse

Waking up from the water in autumn

Willow orchids are in full bloom

Gesang flowers have given themselves over

The steps are very light.

The waist embraced by lilies is getting slender

A wisp of gauze and a wisp of mist

Waiting to blend in, a fantasy Aershan

5. Late autumn in Taihang

Author: Dong Dengfeng Modern

I don’t know when the ginkgo will mature

I can only see the golden ground under my feet

I don’t know when the north wind will blow

I saw persimmons with frost-covered red faces and single upturned branches

High mountain waterfalls

Crossing the flying stream

The warmest color

Turning the wild fields into a beautiful picture

Cherishing the wind blowing the remaining willows

The rain has dried up the lotuses

Winter is coming

Please

slowly roll up this colorful autumn picture

and dedicate it to the hard-working and kind farmers

9. Describe the scenery What are the modern poems

1. "Beautiful Views on Good Days"

Author: Xiuwei

Listening to the birds singing in the tree outside the window

Like opening Branches full of flowers

Like a mountain stream covered with wild grass

Like a sea with waves

Who is the most beautiful treasure of memory

Beautiful scenery like this good time whispers in my ears

Opening up a past and facing it alone

The bright and quiet full moon in the east is like a glass of bitter red wine

Like a pot of freshly brewed green tea, like the fading human words, who is calling affectionately in my heart

Like this good time, the beautiful scenery rises and falls in my heart

I have forgotten a past event Forgetting that the years are slowly passing by, I always think of the ups and downs of my mind

2. "Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum"

Author: Jun Xiong

The golden crows are blooming, and the hundreds of thousands of people are blooming. Birds are chirping, water is gurgling in the mountains, the forest is deep and green, the paths are secluded, the sky is high and the clouds are light, there is a new look everywhere, and the weather is different after the autumn rain.

The stone statues of Shinto, the civil and military gates, the majestic mausoleums, the majestic green mountains of purple gold, the generals, kings and emperors, the geomantic treasure land, are nothing but scenery for future generations.

3. "Sunset"

Author: Dong Qiang

As the Golden Crow travels to the west, dusk begins,

At dusk the clouds cover the moon.

The clouds reflect the beauty and the beauty is red,

The two of them want to fly together.

4. "What you see and feel when you climb the mountain"

Author: Yunrun Jasmine

It is good to gaze at the thousands of miles of sky, and to pray for blessings on the century-old trees.

It’s a shame that weeds grow every year and dry up in the autumn wind.

5. "Visiting Qinhuang Terrace"

Author: Soul of the Sea

Qinhuang's beautiful scenery displays fragrance

Colorful tulips External fragrance

The beautiful Binzhou is becoming more and more new

The country is peaceful and the people are well-off